(lyrics are written by Offspring)

Uno, dos, tres, cuatro, cinco, cinco, seis

You gotta keep ‘em separated
Like the latest fashion
Like a spreading disease
The kids are strappin’ on the way to their classrooms
Gettin’ weapons with the greatest of ease
The gangs stake out their own campus locale
And if they catch you slippin’, then it’s all over pal
If one guy’s colors and the other’s don’t mix
They’re gonna bash it up, bash it up, bash it up, bash it up
Hey, man, you talkin’ back to me?
Take him out, you gotta keep ‘em separated
Hey, man, you disrespectin’ me?
Take him out, you gotta keep ‘em separated
Hey, they don’t pay no mind
If you’re under eighteen you won’t be doin’ any time
Hey, come out and play

L'Chaim!

By the time you hear the sirens, it’s already too late
One goes to the morgue, the other to jail
One guy’s wasted and the other’s a waste
It goes down the same as the thousand before
No one’s gettin’ smarter; no one’s learnin’ the score
Your never-ending spree of death and
violence and hate is gonna tie your own rope
Hey, man, you talkin’ back to me?
Take him out, you gotta keep ‘em separated
Hey, man, you disrespectin’ me?
Take him out, you gotta keep ‘em
Hey hey hey, they don’t pay no mind
If you’re under eighteen you won’t be doin’ any time
Hey, come out and play

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Thanks to (Kyle Morgan) for correcting these lyrics. May 20, 2008